Burial
A Russ Cope Poem
We buried the dog today
and the neighbors say he had
it coming. He
used to look out
the upstairs window and howl
as people passed by.
Sure, he
was good-natured when he was
young, but people grew to hate
him. Even we
hated him. So
there will be no marker for this
one.
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